The Mighty Have Fallen

Such a tall parapet to be stood upon;
All the world gazing up, anxious to see
If your wings will carry you over the rainbow
That rides, like a crescent, your haloed head.

Humanity worships its coveted heroes,
Lifted on shoulders of sinewy brawn and
Placed on a pedestal, put on display;
Rose petaled path on a carpet of red.

You never asked to be part and parcel
To overwrought passion carelessly aimed
In random direction, seeking a savior
To fill the void of the grossly mundane.

Yet favor has fallen in your direction
Placing a laurel-leaf crown on your head
That doesn't quite fit and strangely has thorns
That start early on to harbinger pain.

And those who placed you there gather below
Holding their breath to see how you will fly.
Waiting to see how the mighty have fallen,
Giving no pardon...
No alibi.

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